Seeker of Solitude

All was eerily silent that night. The night his soul slipped from civilization’s clutches. As his oars broke the surface of the water like shattered glass, his wiry form was illuminated by the moonlight. It was only the wooden frame of his dingy that separated him from her icy fingers.

He rowed on, slowly and methodically. After all, no one would come for him. He passed the imposing lighthouse on the headland, The last mark of mankind he would see ‘til death. He took comfort in the solitude, never to see a disdainful smirk again. Nor the happiness of another To remind him of who he was.

And as dawn broke He beached on an uncharted island far from the sight of prying eyes. He was meant to settle there except his emotions failed him. And as he was taken airborne above the craggy bluff he remembered too late. As his life was cut abruptly by fate.

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